My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 09

My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 09

Elena’s POV 

On the anniversary of Noah’s death, I could finally remove the 

gauze. 

Theodore stood in front of me. 

His movements were gentle. 

Layer after layer of gauze came off. 

My hands kept shaking. 

The hospital room was quiet. 

The nurses looked at me gently. 

No one rushed me. 

Theodore handed me a mirror. 

“Are you ready?” 

I looked at the mirror. 

My throat tightened. 

After six years, I was actually scared to see myself. 

I was afraid the face would still feel unfamiliar. 

I was afraid I would see Isabella in the mirror again. 

I was afraid that after fighting for so long, I still would not be able to find Elena Carter. 

Theodore did not rush me. 

He only stood beside me and spoke softly. 

“Take your time.” 

“You can decide when to look.” 

I took a deep breath. 

Then I finally lifted the mirror. 

The person in the mirror was very thin. 

There were still traces of reconstruction on her face. 

But that was my face. 

Not Isabella’s face. 

Not the murderer’s face. 

Not the face those people in prison had cursed while they pinned me down and humiliated me. 

It was Elena Carter’s face. 

I stared for a long time. 

Then my tears fell onto the mirror. 

Theodore picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped my tears. 

“Don’t cry too long.” 

“You just recovered.” 

I nodded through my sobs, but I still could not stop. 

This was not sadness. 

It was the feeling of finally touching the outline of myself 

again after being shattered. 

Theodore took a bouquet from behind him. 

“Let’s go.” 

“I’ll go with you to the cemetery.” 

“Let Noah see that Mommy is back.” 

I nodded hard. 

At the cemetery, the wind was gentle. 

There were already many small flowers and toys in front of Noah’s grave. 

After the truth spread online, many strangers had come here. 

They said sorry. 

They wished Noah happiness in another world. 

I gently wiped the dust from the tombstone. 

In the photo, Noah smiled so happily. 

He would forever be that little boy under three, calling me Mommy in that soft voice. 

I knelt in front of his grave and placed the toy cars and picture books I had brought one by one. 

“Noah, Mommy came to see you.” 

“Mommy finally got her own face back.” 

“Look. Mommy is still Mommy.” 

By then, my voice was shaking terribly. 

“You have to remember Mommy’s face.” 

“When Mommy goes to find you one day, you have to recognize me.” 

Theodore did not tell me not to cry. 

He only stood quietly behind me and stayed with me from day 

until dusk. 

When I left the cemetery, I went to my parents‘ graves. 

I crouched down and arranged their flowers. 

“Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.” 

“I came back too late.” 

“The wrongs you suffered have been shown to everyone.” 

“The people who hurt you have been punished.” 

“From now on, I’ll live well.” 

“I’ll live for you and Noah too.” 

That night, Theodore drove me home. 

The car was quiet. 

After thinking for a long time, I still spoke. 

“Dr. Grant.” 

“You don’t have to be this kind to someone like me.” 

Theodore interrupted me. 

“Elena, there’s nothing wrong with someone like you.” 

I froze. 

He looked ahead, his voice still gentle. 

“You’re the strongest and kindest person I’ve ever met.” 

“I know what you want to say.” 

“Yes, I’m good to you because I like you.” 

My fingers tightened at once. 

A familiar unease rose inside me. 

It had been too long since I trusted anyone’s love. 

Adrian had once said he loved me too. 

But his love sent me to hell. 

Theodore seemed to see through my fear. 

He did not move closer. 

He did not force me to respond. 

He only said calmly, “But I also know you don’t want to think 

about this right now.” 

“So I’ll stay with you until you truly walk out of that past.” 

“You don’t need to feel any pressure.” 

“If one day you’re ready to turn around and see me, I’d be 

honored.” 

My eyes became wet again. 

After a long time, I choked out, “Thank you, Theodore.” 

One year later, my divorce from Adrian was finally complete. 

Legally, he and I no longer had any relationship. 

I heard that in prison, he faced the direction of Noah’s and my parents‘ cemetery every day and repented. 

Day after day. 

He never stopped. 

I also heard that because of long exhaustion and endless regret, his health got worse and worse. 

He developed severe stomach problems and depression. 

Every day, he lived in pain and guilt. 

He became so thin that only bones remained. 

Just like me back then. 

Later, his mind got worse. 

He often had hallucinations. 

He said he saw me tied to the operating table. 

He saw Noah begging him for help. 

He saw my parents standing silently in the dark, watching 

him. 

In the end, Adrian died in the prison hospital ward. 

Before he died, he left me a letter. 

The letter was full of repentance. 

I did not read it. 

I burned it. 

Some people’s repentance only existed to ease their own pain. 

I had no duty to help him do that. 

As for Isabella, her life in prison was not good. 

Because she had killed a child and made someone else take the 

blame, everyone rejected her. 

At first, she screamed and cursed. 

Later, she held her head and kept repeating, “I did nothing 

wrong.” 

After that, she went completely insane. 

She was sent to a psychiatric hospital and never had the 

chance to leave again. 

When that news reached me, I barely felt anything anymore. 

I did not forgive them. 

But I would no longer let them occupy my life. 

Later, Theodore received a chance to study in Europe. 

He asked if I wanted to go with him. 

“Elena, you should learn to walk forward.” 

“I believe you’ll have a bright life of your own.” 

I thought about it for a long time. 

Finally, I agreed. 

The day before we left, Theodore went with me to the 

cemetery. 

I visited Noah first. 

“Noah, Mommy is going to live again.” 

“Don’t worry. Mommy will never forget you.” 

“Every year, I’ll come back to see you.” 

Then I went to my parents‘ graves. 

I told them I was doing well now. 

I would carry their hopes and keep living. 

The next day, when the plane took off from New York, the sun had just set. 

Outside the window, the clouds were dyed gold by the afterglow. 

I leaned against the window. 

Suddenly, I thought of myself from many years ago. 

That bright and proud Elena Carter. 

She had once been destroyed. 

She had once struggled in the dark until she almost died. 

But now, she had finally come back, little by little. 

The Moretti family had taken my past. 

Adrian and Isabella had destroyed the people I loved most. 

But they could no longer take my life. 

The rest of my life finally belonged only to me. 

The End.